Stumbling into the house, Jack didn't bother kicking his shoes off. Within seconds of being home, he was plopped face down on the couch.
"Jack?" Ennis called. "That you?"
He tried to respond, but hummed far too quietly. Though, it didn't matter as Ennis had made his way to the living room. Hearing Ennis's footsteps, Jack turned his head towards them.
"Hey," Ennis said, crouching down in front of the couch. "How was work?"
"Horrible," Jack muttered.
"That bad, huh?" Ennis pressed a delicate kiss to his back, and got up to kneel by the couch further along. Trying his best not to disturb him, he took Jack's boots off one by one and placed them by the door. Coming back and seeing he had successfully done the task at hand, he strolled into the kitchen to get a cup of water before returning. He set it on the coffee table, before sitting on the cushion beside Jack's head.
Maybe five minutes later or so, tiredly, Jack used his hands to push himself towards Ennis. He stopped when his head finally fell into his lap, eyes shutting again.
" 'M tired," Jack randomly expressed.
"I know, Jack," said Ennis, fingers running through his hair. "You just lie there and rest."
"I'm gon' lie here forever."
"You do that." Reaching over, Ennis grabbed the remote off the coffee table. Jack groaned from the movement, resulting in him making a fuss-sound. "Sorry," apologized Ennis. "Can I watch T.V.?" And when he heard a hum, he flicked the television on with the press of a button.
He watched a random movie just to pass the time, unsure of when Jack would wake up. He wanted to know what made work so horrible, but he knew he'd find out later. He could wait a little while.
After an hour and a half, Jack was still sound asleep, and he figured it'd be nice to cook up some dinner for the both of them. Sliding from underneath Jack's head, he replaced himself with a pillow, and gently kissed his head. Shuffling, Jack's eyes fluttered open.
"Where you goin'?" he asked, voice coated with sleep.
"I was gonna make us supper, Jack," Ennis explained. "Would you like that?"
Jack shook his head. "Stay with me."
"What about dinner?"
"Stay."
Realizing he didn't have much of a choice, he moved back on the couch. He'd stay for a while.
